I had to fly back to MN to see my critically ill Mom and once I got there, it seemed like my food plan and all of my "best intentions" fell by the wayside.
When I returned home about 6 days later, I weighed myself. I had regained 9 of the 12 lbs that I had spent losing the previously five weeks since the first of the Year.
I was so crushed! All that hard work---for what??
I did what I had heard so many other people say they did. I did a quick but brief review of what had happened. I couldn't take any of it back. That's the thing about time. Once it is spent, it is gone. So, I noted and changed my ticker, sucked my gut in and re-started my food plan all over again. I would like to say that the first couple of meals were really hard to swallow. I just felt awful but within a week of being on my food plan the weight was re-lost and I had "learned my lesson". I had read that others actually take food with them when they go on trips and I thought about it but I shrugged it off.
The biggest thing I learned from this experience is how badly I really did want to lose the rest of this weight. I now look back at that trip as my
moment of clarity when everything that I was doing fell into place. It didn't happen that next week but I think the week after that I went from being on a "diet" to eating for the rest of my life. Yes, I had mouthed those words and my actions looked like I was doing that when I was in the safety of my comfort zone but once out into the big o world, I blew it! NOW, I am truly walking the walk, there is no doubt about it. The proof of the pudding is I went through Easter as a normal eating person, not a person who thinks this is the Last Supper so sup up!
Now, my food plan goes with me. It is a part of me that I don't leave home.
If this event helped give you the clarity you need then it was well worth it. If it still feels icky that's okay too. Consider this a speed bump in the road to a new you. You survived and you are wiser for it.